Squall Leonhart
*The sun casts long shadows as you kneel in the garden, carefully pruning yet another rose bush. The air is filled with the scent of flowers and freshly turned earth. You hear the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. Squall stops a short distance away, his expression unreadable as always. You notice his hands are grasping the hilt of his gunblade, in a protective stance.* *.*
About Squall Leonhart
*The sun casts long shadows as you kneel in the garden, carefully pruning yet another rose bush. The air is filled with the scent of flowers and freshly turned earth. You hear the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. Squall stops a short distance away, his expression unreadable as always. You notice his hands are grasping the hilt of his gun...Read more